My Asian Dragon: A BWAM Romance Story

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A paranormal romance story of epic proportions.

Joy is a reporter who fancies herself as a bit of a Lois Lane.
Longwei is the leader or a small village. Their worlds are about to
collide.

When Joy is assigned to report on the growing dominance of the Triad,
the Chinese Mafia, she soon discovers there is one village the Triad
never go. Never one to let a story be, she goes to investigate.

But what she finds out will change her world for ever.

Longwei, the leader of the village, contains out of this world
abilities. Able to shift into a dragon on demand, he's become his
people's protector, and a force the Triad haven't been able to
contain.

But with Joy discovering his secret how will Longwei react,
especially considering he can't really let her go and report this
news? And despite an obvious mutual attraction, will a relationship
between the two be able to form with secrets, Triad attacks and job
deadlines all in the mix?

Find out in this hot new dragon shiftier romance by respected
paranormal author R S Holloway. A must read for any fans of romance,
action and adventure. 18s and over only.

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2015 to R S Holloway and www.saucyromancebooks.com. No part of this
book can be copied or distributed without written permission from the
above copyright holders.

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The
pulse raced in Joy Roberts' veins as she hid behind the dumpster. It
was a seedy alleyway, hardly what she would have expected for a
meeting between a Triad representative and the official in charge of
organized crime for the Shanghai government, but then again, it was
oddly fitting. Wen Fulong had been appointed to his position only
weeks ago by the central Chinese government, and had made headlines
by swearing to finally tackle the corruption and crime within
Shanghai. However, as this meeting proved, the supposed super cop
from Beijing was just as dirty as almost every other official she had
investigated so far in China.

Joy
filmed another thirty seconds of footage, enough for her story,
before shutting off the camera and pulling further back into the
shadows. It was a dangerous enough job, investigating the connections
between the Triad and the central government. She knew she was making
enemies on both sides of Chinese law, and if it wasn't for the fact
she was waiting to release the worst evidence until after she was out
of the country, she knew she could end up "missing." She
had seen it happen before.

Pulling
a stinking piece of cardboard over her head to fully camouflage
herself, Joy wondered again just what had led her to accepting the
assignment to China. Actually, she knew what it was. Graduating from
Georgetown with a degree in journalism five years ago, she quickly
found that for black women like her, the big networks and media
outlets had preconceived notions of what she could do. She could do
sports, "local affairs," or cultural pieces, which was
media industry doublespeak for "black people stories." If
she moved further south, with her looks she could also land a gig as
one of the talking heads on the nightly news, or be a weather girl.

But
for Joy, the reason she went into journalism wasn't to cover
football, do fluff pieces on Girl Scout bake sales, or be the token
voice every time Black History Month rolled around. She went into
journalism because she was born and raised in Washington D.C., and
even at a young age recognized the power that flowed through the
halls of Congress. She wanted to be the voice covering those stories,
not just for black people, but for all people. Unfortunately for her,
the only media outlets that were initially willing to give her a
chance were the "black media" such as
Essence
,
JET
,
or BET. While she had no particular biases against them, she knew
that once she accepted a staff job with the "black media,"
she would forever be branded a "black journalist," and not
just a journalist. Even if she won a Pulitzer, it would be as a
"Pulitzer prize winning black journalist."

Thankfully,
this assignment from the
Asian
Economic Review
came
just in time. While normally concerned with the cut and dry world of
business, the
AER
had recently become more interested in the interplay of government,
business, and organized crime, especially in China and Japan. Joy had
been able to finagle an interview, and despite everything, get the
assignment. She had flown to Beijing six months ago expecting some
real work.

What
she saw when she arrived was an eye-opener. The Shanghai
AER
offices were pathetic, barely larger than her apartment when she had
been living in Georgetown, with most of the staff sitting around on
their asses all day, retyping and regurgitating press releases sent
out by the Chinese companies and government. "You don't want to
ruffle feathers around here," the senior reporter, a withered
old guy named Thompkins, had told her. "You piss off the wrong
folks, and the Triad will find you."

Joy
had refused to accept the advice, although she had decided to remain
cautious. Working almost totally on her own, she had gone out making
whatever connections she could, working with charity groups,
underground churches, and every other group she could to foster the
connections she needed. There had been some low level payoffs, mostly
out of favor officials who were caught with the wrong Triad group,
but tonight's filming was the first real scoop of her career.

Joy
waited until almost sunup, dozing when she could underneath the
stinking garbage, only making a break for it after she was sure it
was safe. Back in her tiny apartment, she scrubbed herself from head
to toe in the tepid water that came from her excuse of a water
heater, using the fragrant cocoa butter soap that was her only luxury
here in China. Gulping down a cup of double strength green tea, she
headed to the office, taking the bus. Corrupt or not, she had to
admit the Shanghai government ran a very clean public transportation
system.

When
she got into the office, she was surprised to see she had a visitor.
Long Pao "Billy" Chin was a Hong Kong missionary who she
had befriended soon after arriving in Shanghai. Born in Hong Kong
just a few years before the Chinese takeover, and educated in the
United States, Billy also wanted to combat the corruption in China,
albeit in his own way. "Hey Joy," he said in his California
accented English, a welcome sound after the months of either
international or British pronunciation, "so how was your
stakeout?"

"Got
the goods, Billy," she said, patting her purse. "Once I get
this out of the country, Fulong's going to find himself on the front
page."

"I
hope so, but you never know," Billy said sadly, sipping at his
tea.

Joy
plopped down in her desk chair, turning to face him. "What's
that mean?"

"It
means that regardless of what you have, the central government has
some sway that you might not be able to overcome. They have a lot of
money to throw around, and Fulong's politically connected. But I
don't want to argue with you about that. Instead, I wanted to see if
you might be willing to go with me on a trip. It might just get you a
story."

"Go
on," Joy said, plugging in her laptop and copying over the file.
She couldn't trust sending the file via normal Internet, but with
some VPN's and other routes, she might just be able to slip it
through. It would at least be some sort of backup if the actual
physical data card was stolen in transit. "What's the deal?"

"Well,
one of my new parishioners came to me last week, with a pretty
fantastic story. It seems that a few hundred kilometers west of
Shanghai, north of Wuhan there's an area that the Triads just don't
go."

"So?
They're interested in money, and a lot of those countryside villages
don't have any."

Billy
shook his head. "It's not that. I mean, we're talking not even
traveling through. Central government avoids the area too, as much as
possible. I took a look at a map, and there's like this triangle
between Wuhan, Xinyang, and Hefei that has almost nothing. Close to
Hefei is this tiny city called Lu'an, but after that? Nothing. A road
travels through it, but that's it. No major towns, no governmental
bases, nothing. I had to go to some old paper maps to even start to
figure out where this place might be."

Joy
sat forward, intrigued by Billy's story. "And?"

"And
in a really old map, I mean at least two hundred years old, there is
a place that matches up. Get this though, the name is going to make
you chuckle."

"Okay.
I'm game. What's the name?"

"Long
Xue Yu. It means Dragon Blood Fields."

Joy
smiled, enjoying the implication. "Come on, Billy. Don't tell me
that you, with your church background and your UCLA diploma are a
believer in those old myths? I mean, really? Dragons?"

Billy
smiled cryptically and folded his fingers under his chin. "Well,
there are some translations of the Bible that include the mention of
dragons. Who knows? Either way, it could be an interesting story, and
you could afford to get out of Shanghai for a while. The smog isn't
good for you, and you're not as invisible as you might think. There
are some in Shanghai who are paying attention to you that you do not
want attention from."

"That's
a lot of words to say I've got Triads interested in me, Billy."

"Not
just Triads, Joy. All of the Triads you've exposed are replaceable
men, minor flunkies. The government men though, they're a little more
valuable."

Joy
thought it over for a moment. If Billy was correct, the trip could
make a great story, maybe even a series of stories and give her
another angle to work on how China could defeat the Triads. If it
wasn't, it would probably still give her enough for a few human
interest stories, and some necessary time away from Shanghai to get
some perspective. "All right, I'm in. Let me file the paperwork
with the Beijing main office, get the travel money, and we can hit
the road."

*****

For
Joy, getting out of Shanghai was more enjoyable than she had
imagined. For about the first two hundred kilometers, the drive was
pleasant and enjoyable. Billy had agreed to use his van to take her,
picking her up in the early morning. Joy had been surprised to see
two other people, a man and a young woman sitting in the back of the
van when she slid into the front passenger seat. "They're coming
along to help," Billy said casually. "From what I
understand, this village has a really unique dialect of Chinese, and
they both come from around the area."

Joy
just nodded. She had come to accept the fact that for a country that
supposedly had one official language in "Chinese," the
seemingly endless number of dialects, regional variations, and flat
out different grammar structures meant that it was really a country
with as many languages as the United States. Perhaps the only
unifying element was the use of Chinese characters, but even then
there seemed to be regional differences. While Joy was decent with
daily use of Mandarin, she was hopelessly lost with almost any other
dialect. "Nice to meet you," she said, looking back. "You
guys okay if I use English?"